Vallis, having sensed a strong source of black mana over by House Shimia's tents, wanders over, and notices that this is House Shimia. House SHIMIA. Home to the Legendary Korlash! Wondering if he can join, he says "Hello. My name is Vallis, and I was wondering if there is any room left in this house. You see, I wish to join."
Len is escorted out. He says his thanks as he leaves.
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A pale woman looks at him, and says "I am glad you wish to join, but you would have to do it in our house proper. We cannot accept people into our house here."
Roger returned from the final matches to his houses tent. There were a lot of people cheering his name, but he could hear a greater number yelling it in anger. He felt that Shimia would be a safer place, especially after the messengers came for him. He hurried through the mass of tents, looking for who had summoned him.
Roger was quickly led into a dark lit tent with an uncomfortable looking chair and table inside. Standing behind that table was a familiar figure clad in black plate armor admiring a painting. Gesturing to the seat Korlash turned around looking Roger squarely in the eyes.
"So you've won the festival tournament?" said Korlash, more statement than question.
Korlash shook his head as he turned back to the painting.
"I find that pathetic you know? One day you will notice. I thought that was today, but that damned druid had sense enough to concede before your lust could be achieved." said Korlash as he turned back to Roger explaining, "I am not speaking down to you. Only... Musing."
Pulling out a slip he set it down on the table before Roger saying, "Our mutual friends and I have decided that you have earned the title of Mageslayer today. Another step towards redeeming yourself for past mistakes as they put it. Take this slip to Frankie's. We want our weapon sharp and ready for use."
A wicked grin split Korlash's face as he turned away saying, "The next mission we have for you will likely sate your lust."
A chuckle escaped Korlash as he added, "At least for awhile."
He waved the back of his hand shooing Roger away saying, "You may leave now."
"Yeah," he says, slightly distracted. He then realizes where he is. More together, he says "Yes, that's fine. Thank you."
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"Hello. My name is Vallis, and I was wondering if there is any room left in this house. You see, I wish to join."
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A pale woman looks at him, and says "I am glad you wish to join, but you would have to do it in our house proper. We cannot accept people into our house here."
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"So you've won the festival tournament?" said Korlash, more statement than question.
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"I find that pathetic you know? One day you will notice. I thought that was today, but that damned druid had sense enough to concede before your lust could be achieved." said Korlash as he turned back to Roger explaining, "I am not speaking down to you. Only... Musing."
Pulling out a slip he set it down on the table before Roger saying, "Our mutual friends and I have decided that you have earned the title of Mageslayer today. Another step towards redeeming yourself for past mistakes as they put it. Take this slip to Frankie's. We want our weapon sharp and ready for use."
A wicked grin split Korlash's face as he turned away saying, "The next mission we have for you will likely sate your lust."
A chuckle escaped Korlash as he added, "At least for awhile."
He waved the back of his hand shooing Roger away saying, "You may leave now."
A voice in the back in the back of his head said "Coward... you know what he is talking about."
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He heard the sounds of the Festival's ending ceremony and ventured off towards the stands to watch the Festival come to a close.